“No matter how you look at it, the office wall color is better in red!”

“No, Oppa, is it your eyes as a decoration? Blue is undoubtedly better!”

Viscount Floren’s mansion was about to be peaceful today as well. Although the siblings’ shouts echoed in the office, the servants passed by with familiar faces, ignoring them.

“Enough. It’s my office to begin with, and I’ll do as I please.”

“Fine, give it a try. Sit surrounded by red walls and see if your eyes don’t get tired of reading documents. Then you might actually listen to your sister, and regret it later.”

After countless fights, as always, the two would glance at each other, soon becoming quiet. Gideon then placed several letters on the desk.

“Alright, while we’re at it, take a look at this.”

“What is this?”

“Letters from the Snow-eyed young lords.”

“What? Why are their eyes snowy?”

Delina, as if not understanding Gideon’s words, opened one of the letters.

“Hello, Delina Youngae. On a day always recording the lush greenery and full of sunshine… omitting the rest.”

Having skimmed through the platitudes written in the front, Delina immediately went to the main point.

“So, the union between our Louibl Viscount and Floren Viscount will undoubtedly be a good match, and furthermore, the encounter between me and Youngae… Wait, what’s this? Is it an engagement story?”

Only now did Delina, who grasped the identity of the letters received, open her mouth.

“But why are their eyes snowy?”

“They send letters confessing their desire to marry you, that’s why their eyes are snowy.”

“Really, close that mouth of yours before sending duel letters to Oppa.”

Delina, who sternly warned her, looked at the letters in front of her.

Right. Of course, letters like these could arrive.

There weren’t many days left until they became adults. As much as they were of age, they might be used to engagement documents, but Delina wasn’t.

“Well, it’s not like I could even dream about such letters before. I was almost sold off to some old man when I was locked in the attic.”

Back then, trapped in the attic, she couldn’t even dream about things like marriage or love. Delina looked at the letters with a strange expression and asked.

“Did Oppa receive such things too?”

“I did receive them.”

Gideon replied and took out several letters. Delina immediately made a comment.

“There seem to be many Youngaes in the Empire who need eye treatment.”

“What? Their vision must be high.”

“… There’s too much to argue about. I won’t say more.”

Seemingly tired of talking, Delina expressed her disgust.

“But why send them as Viscounts instead of Dukes?”

“Why not? Maybe they’re scared.”

“Oh, well.”

As time passed, Delina readily accepted the infamous reputation of the Duke’s family. If she went to a social gathering, half of the questions flying at her were related to the Duke. There were even questions like, “Does the Duke really chew on raw meat?”

“He probably won’t come to your adulthood ceremony.”

“He might, who knows?”
“Will he come there too? Duke Ulfhrim.”

“Oh, there… I don’t know. But he did mention he would come before the adulthood ceremony.”

“What about others?”

“… I don’t know. Neither do I.”

As talented individuals, their exploits were well-known. Of course, hearing about them, Delina had to be vigilant, fearing that the ominous red letters might appear at any time. Fortunately, there had been no such incidents in the past few years.

“Well, luckily. If those red letters had appeared during that time…”

Delina awkwardly laughed, imagining herself traversing lawless territories where various weapons flew or rolling through snow-covered plains. It gave her chills just thinking about it.

“Apologies for interrupting. The portraits have arrived. May I hang them up?”

At that moment, a servant approached with a frame in hand.

“Oh, sure. Go ahead.”

Following Gideon’s words, the servant removed the portrait of Luton from the wall and replaced it with Gideon’s portrait.

“…You had portraits made.”

“Yeah. I thought I should have one in the office too.”

“Grandfather…”

Delina gazed at Luton’s portrait being moved by the servant. Even if she had returned to the past, she couldn’t prevent a person’s death. Eventually, Luton left the world once again, and Delina and Gideon witnessed his final moments.

“But this time, he departed with a comfortable expression.”

Unlike the last time, Luton closed his eyes, caressing Delina and Gideon’s faces one by one with a more relaxed expression. That was something Delina was truly thankful for.

“You should have given the painter some extra for the effort. It must have been hard for him to only see Oppa’s face for days.”

“Alright, just go already. Isn’t the carriage waiting downstairs?”

Gideon, as if wanting to quickly send Delina out of the office, looked out the window. Then he gestured to Delina.

“Why?”

“Did you come with Jen today?”

“Yeah. But why?”

Curious if something happened, Delina quickly looked outside. As if realizing Delina’s gaze, the man standing in the garden naturally looked up.